User: yowcow

You got issues.

I didn't say anything once she was done. I reluctantly hoisted her up and carried her off after I paid. I don't know the stylists' reaction, but I guess they figured it out fast.

My daughter had the nerve to ask for a pretzel while i was waling her as far away from the salon as possible.

No, I'm not Rachel. I am a male single parent with a happily toilet-trained daughter. But when i was younger, I had a friend on my neighborhood named Rachel.

On her first day of Kindergarten, she came home and went to my house to play with me and my sister. She was so proud about it, but seemingly killed any reason she had to boast by announcing that she also got to wear Pull-Ups that day.

She acted like she was so lucky, and showed them to us underneath her underwear. This was expected to happen. She had several accidents at my house that summer.

The following summer, I assumed she no longer ha to wear them 24/7 by then, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom.

Like any suburban kids, we pointed her to a pile of logs and watched. She pulled hr pick sweats and her undies down to her angles and strung herself out horizontally across the wooden 'cage' that kept the logs 'in place'

She began peeing, and it pour straight into the front of her pants and the bottom of her shirt. Then she started crapping, and had to turn herself over because nothing was coming out.

In the end she landed and took a look at the damage. There were turds in her pants and a wet mark on her pants. At that point, it was the most I had seen her "go" since most of the times she would cry home was because she had wet her Pull-Ups, not her actually underwear.

A few minutes later she actually started peeing again, leaving a long trail down the back of her sweats. While my sister "comforted" her, I ran to tell my older brother who was hanging around with some of his friends, including Rachel's older brother.

Needless to say we all laughed at her as she started walking home the wrong way. That actually made us laugh more.

Whenever she had wet herself before, she would be hanging out with us the next day, claiming she was "punished". But in my house, if you were punished you wouldn't go out to play the next day. I now know her parents were abusing her.

Seeing her gone for a week after that massive "accident" was a shocker. Looking back on it now, those were probably the most peaceful days of her life.

That is the end of the story, but please do not yell at me for being mean and laughing at her. I was six years old at the time, and even my 4 year old brother was potty trained.

But it worked out well in the end, and me and Rachel are now married. :-)

-yow*

No, I'm not Rachel. I am a male single parent with a happily toilet-trained daughter. But when i was younger, I had a friend on my neighborhood named Rachel.

On her first day of Kindergarten, she came home and went to my house to play with me and my sister. She was so proud about it, but seemingly killed any reason she had to boast by announcing that she also got to wear Pull-Ups that day.

She acted like she was so lucky, and showed them to us underneath her underwear. This was expected to happen. She had several accidents at my house that summer.

The following summer, I assumed she no longer ha to wear them 24/7 by then, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom.

Like any suburban kids, we pointed her to a pile of logs and watched. She pulled hr pick sweats and her undies down to her angles and strung herself out horizontally across the wooden 'cage' that kept the logs 'in place'

She began peeing, and it pour straight into the front of her pants and the bottom of her shirt. Then she started crapping, and had to turn herself over because nothing was coming out.

In the end she landed and took a look at the damage. There were turds in her pants and a wet mark on her pants. At that point, it was the most I had seen her "go" since most of the times she would cry home was because she had wet her Pull-Ups, not her actually underwear.

A few minutes later she actually started peeing again, leaving a long trail down the back of her sweats. While my sister "comforted" her, I ran to tell my older brother who was hanging around with some of his friends, including Rachel's older brother.

Needless to say we all laughed at her as she started walking home the wrong way. That actually made us laugh more.

Whenever she had wet herself before, she would be hanging out with us the next day, claiming she was "punished". But in my house, if you were punished you wouldn't go out to play the next day. I now know her parents were abusing her.

Seeing her gone for a week after that massive "accident" was a shocker. Looking back on it now, those were probably the most peaceful days of her life.

That is the end of the story, but please do not yell at me for being mean and laughing at her. I was six years old at the time, and even my 4 year old brother was potty trained.

But it worked out well in the end, and me and Rachel are now married. :-)

-yow*

No, I'm not Rachel. I am a male single parent with a happily toilet-trained daughter. But when i was younger, I had a friend on my neighborhood named Rachel.

On her first day of Kindergarten, she came home and went to my house to play with me and my sister. She was so proud about it, but seemingly killed any reason she had to boast by announcing that she also got to wear Pull-Ups that day.

She acted like she was so lucky, and showed them to us underneath her underwear. This was expected to happen. She had several accidents at my house that summer.

The following summer, I assumed she no longer ha to wear them 24/7 by then, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom.

Like any suburban kids, we pointed her to a pile of logs and watched. She pulled hr pick sweats and her undies down to her angles and strung herself out horizontally across the wooden 'cage' that kept the logs 'in place'

She began peeing, and it pour straight into the front of her pants and the bottom of her shirt. Then she started crapping, and had to turn herself over because nothing was coming out.

In the end she landed and took a look at the damage. There were turds in her pants and a wet mark on her pants. At that point, it was the most I had seen her "go" since most of the times she would cry home was because she had wet her Pull-Ups, not her actually underwear.

A few minutes later she actually started peeing again, leaving a long trail down the back of her sweats. While my sister "comforted" her, I ran to tell my older brother who was hanging around with some of his friends, including Rachel's older brother.

Needless to say we all laughed at her as she started walking home the wrong way. That actually made us laugh more.

Whenever she had wet herself before, she would be hanging out with us the next day, claiming she was "punished". But in my house, if you were punished you wouldn't go out to play the next day. I now know her parents were abusing her.

Seeing her gone for a week after that massive "accident" was a shocker. Looking back on it now, those were probably the most peaceful days of her life.

That is the end of the story, but please do not yell at me for being mean and laughing at her. I was six years old at the time, and even my 4 year old brother was potty trained.

But it worked out well in the end, and me and Rachel are now married. :-)

-yow*